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Friday nights are tough at the Sandwich house. Baguette is exhausted from the long week. We’re tired. We’ve learned it’s a terrible night to go out to dinner, because Baguette is just not up for it, no matter what restaurant… Read moreTraditions: Friday Night Pizza
Resolutions are tricky. There are so many things I want to accomplish, and it’s so hard to narrow them down, and it’s so hard to finish anything. So I usually don’t make any. For several years, I’ve been seeing people… Read moreResolutions? Word of the Year? Bring It On, 2019
You know the maxim. Put your own mask on first. Often, though, that’s easier said than done. Because the other mask is needed so urgently, and so persistently, that it’s easy to forget that you even have one of your… Read moreYour Own Oxygen Mask
Baguette is a picky eater. No, pickier than that. Her main food source is macaroni and cheese. Even then, she’s picky about consistency and texture. The need to provide portions that meet spec has led us to the microwaveable cup…. Read moreLittle Victories
That’s my father’s saying. Mine is “It’s always something.” Baguette’s IEP includes bus transportation between home and school. Because she is now able to attend the after-school program (this is a whole story of its own), she only rides the… Read moreNothing’s Ever Easy
I love roasted vegetables. Love, love, love them. It’s not quite cool enough for that yet (although we did have a delightfully fall-like First Day of Fall). With temperatures in the 90s this week, I think I’d rather hold off…. Read moreThree Fall Dinners
I haven’t posted in a while. Or much this year at all. Turns out, life’s exhausting. Baguette finished TK in June, and we promptly left for a week’s vacation in Santa Barbara. Where I drank a lot of coffee, we… Read moreSummer Recap
This is Baguette’s first year in school, which means that we just had her first Spring Break. No, we did not take her to Mazatlan or South Padre Island or the Bahamas. We went to Mammoth with some friends! There,… Read moreSpring Break! And Then a Bit More
When Mr. Sandwich and I were married, but before we had Baguette, we made many pronouncements, as you do. Some of them still hold, like leaving the restaurant when we cannot keep her quiet and calm. Some of them remain… Read moreMade-Up Rules for Our Imaginary Children
We were in a restaurant. It wasn’t Denny’s, but it wasn’t Ruth’s Chris, either–your standard American fare, in an attractive but not terribly trendy setting. It was late, particularly for Santa Barbara, which is a town that closes early. It… Read moreSanta Barbara: The Ugly